Aron POV "Only then can I accept your friendship, Aron, if you tell me why you need these injections and medications."Every night, her words still echo in my ears. It has already been a month since that incident. I never thought she would demand something of me in exchange for accepting my friendship offer. I had planned to share all the details of my past agony with her if she accepted my friendship, but her attempts to negotiate my proposal led me to discard the idea.She was the first woman in my life with whom my heart had agreed to be friends; until that moment, I had never asked anyone to be my friend. For the first time in my life, a woman rejected me. It shattered my heart and bruised my pride. Without telling her about my heartbreak, I left that room right away. Perhaps she didn't want me to be a friend in her life. Despite my assurances that she could rely on me for her past, she didn't think I was reliable. Perhaps it's all my fault since I thought she would be a kind

Aron POV "Sara, I longed for your presence."My junior hardened as he sensed her closeness. Despite the torment my penis had endured, I tried to be gentle with her, understanding the pain of someone torturing our bodies. My lust drove me insane. I tenderly kissed her lips, and she returned the gesture with equal intensity, as though she was yearning for my touch, desperately wanting to feel her grasp on my back. Lying on her body felt like falling asleep on a soft bed. My junior was excited to open her constricted vagina, but when I rested my head on her chest, I felt more at peace. Her heartbeat was so comforting. I fell asleep as she ran her fingers through my hair.In the morning, I found myself still dozing off on her body. How come she didn't shove me away? How was she able to fall asleep with my bulky body resting on top of hers? I gazed upon her beautiful face, a look of contentment crossing it. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Last night, I was a

Aron POV What's wrong with me? Every time I met her gaze, I felt compelled to kiss her forehead. When I'm around her, I always feel like someone else instead of Aaron Finge. I'd never talked so easily with someone before, but I felt at ease and became a chatterbox around her. Husband? How could I possibly ask her to introduce me as her spouse to her mother? I don't believe that marriage and all its associated complexities are real. I'm not even sure what love is. Every relationship is exclusively based on benefits, in my opinion. Men marry because they desire a lady they can own, and women marry because they need their husbands to provide for their families and finances. They broke up with one another when they could no longer meet each other's needs. I don't understand. What's the point of getting married then? But hold on, why did I marry Sara? My subconscious questioned me. I married her only to satisfy my lust. I'm not interested in starting a family with her. I made my poi

Aron POV "Sara, what are you doing here?" I started searching for her in other areas of the hospital after failing to locate her near the restroom. Her presence near the mortuary room caught me off guard. What's she doing with this doctor? I gave her a suspicious glance. "I was simply inquiring about my mother's condition." Despite her best efforts to appear composed, her restless fingers reveal that she is quite anxious about something. "Let's go; Mom will be waiting for us." She took hold of my hand and dragged me toward the hospital hallway. "Are you attempting to hide something from me, Sara?" As I attempted to decipher her thoughts, I studied her face. I found her behavior very strange. "No, why did you feel this?" She tried to deceive me again with her fake smile, but her eyes told me that she was hiding something from me. "Mr. Finge, it's enjoyable to talk to you." A kind grin spread across her mother's face as she glanced at me. "The same is true here, Aunty; I enjoy s

Aron POV "Good morning," I rubbed my eyes and saw her beautiful face first thing in the morning. She opened her eyes and gave me a perplexed look. In her cozy company, I felt at ease. My lust forced me to feel her tightness again after seeing her so close to my body. I hovered above her, softly kissing her delicate neck. My dick hardened, ready to pierce her tight hole. I opened her legs wide and tucked her toes into mine. When she saw me looming over her like a ravenous wolf, she gasped. I tried my hardest to restrain my lust last night, but I was unable to stop feeling her tight walls now. As I pulled her pajamas off, I squeezed her hand into mine. Instead of shoving me away as I had expected, she just stared directly into my eyes. What's she looking for in my eyes? My junior became agitated as soon as she started licking the ice cream yesterday. I desired for her to lick my genitalia with the same enthusiasm with which she was licking her ice cream cone. However, I don't want